"Love was so fucking cringey until I met you."
You and your delinquent brother had been "troubled" kids, since the very beginning of it all.
Before things got bad; and, before things got good.
Constantly wreaking havoc just for the fun of it, lea...
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You couldn't remember the last time you had this much fun.
Your adrenaline was pumping, and, for the first time, it wasn't from pulling a trigger, or exacting a high-risk robbery heist with your work partners.
It was from your friends.
From doing backflips of the Giant Swing with Tokoyami and Izuku, to running away from the little children who desperately wanted your autograph with Ochako and Tsuyu.
From battling Mina and Denki to the death in the ring-toss game, to making out with Katsuki on the Ferris-wheel before stopping to watch the world from the sky's perspective—you had endless, limitless fun.
It was great.
You and the group had taken a moment to rest, eat some food and catch up on any life updates.
Of course, you sat beside Katsuki who was pleasantly silent for the most part of the conversation (excluding all the times that he would butt-in to throw a devilish insult at one of the chattering teens).
Mostly just listening and laughing, you munched happily away with a cheesy hotdog in one hand, and a bundle of pink and blue fairy-floss in the other.
They talked about anything and everything that they could all relate to.
The table was big enough to fit everyone who sat with you at the school cafeteria, plus a few more.
And whenever you looked in the wrong direction, Katsuki's gaping jaws of assail would waste no time in thrusting at you and quickly chomping down on large chunks of your snacks.
It would normally spark a reaction from you that sounded like some sort of terrified shriek of misery.
"Oi!", or "Fuck off, i'll kill you!", or "I hope you choke on that shit you speccy wank stain".
As you got to the last few bites of your hotdog (aka: the best few bites) something of a distinct description managed to catch your eye.
Two colours, to be exact.
Two colours that represent one person, in your mind.
He was alone.
Without even thinking, you stood from your seat beside Katsuki and tapped his shoulder to calm him, before making your way over to the boy.
"Hey, Shouto."
He turned at the sound of your familiar voice, which also gave him a fright that he struggled to hide.
His hair swung around with his neck and—for a split second—formed a sort of magnificent halo around his head.
Red and white.
"Oh, Y/N, you're here."
"Of course," you smiled, tapping his arm. He wore a black leather jacket for the occasion. "So are you. But why alone?"
